After the engagement function, everyone headed to their rooms to rest for a while. The wedding was in the evening, and the atmosphere was slowly building up again with excitement.
By the time the sun dipped into the horizon, the house was buzzing with the sound of laughter, music, and the rustling of lehengas and sarees.
In Evening
Isha stepped out of her room, dressed in a stunning black saree, her hair done in soft waves, a delicate bindi on her forehead, and light jewelry that shimmered against her skin. She looked ethereal—like a goddess who just casually decided to attend a wedding.
Isha's look
Just then, Arjun entered the hallway and saw her.
He smirked, "Aree tu toh kali mata ban gayi!"
Isha narrowed her eyes, "Arree chup! Tujhse to kuch achha expect hi nahi hai."
"Sach bol raha hoon, dar lag raha hai mujhe!" Arjun teased again, and their usual sibling banter kicked off.
"Mummy! Arjun fir se tang kar raha hai!" Isha yelled as she stormed toward the living room.
Mrs. Sharma stepped in right in time, "Bas karo tum dono! Ek din to shanti se reh liya karo."
Isha turned to her mother with a small pout, "Mummy, sach mein acchi nahi lag rahi kya main?"
Her mother smiled warmly and gently touched her cheek, "Arre beta, tujhe to pata hai ye bevakoof hai. Tu toh bilkul pari lag rahi hai. Bohot sundar."
Blushing a little, Isha said, "Mumma, main Minisha di ko dekh kar aati hoon... vo parlour se aa gayi hogi shayad."
She walked toward the guest wing when suddenly Ayansh and Anvika popped up in front of her.
"OHHH MY ISHA DII!!" Ayansh said dramatically, pretending to fall back. "Aap toh aag laga rahi ho black saree mein!"
Isha chuckled, "Tum dono bhi kam nahi lag rahe... ekdum hero-heroine!"
Ayansh flipped his invisible hair, "Main toh hoon hi handsome, par yeh Anvika... iske liye kuch kehna mushkil hai."
Anvika gasped, "Kyaaa! Bhaiii!"
Isha laughed, "Wrong suna tumne... actually Anvika is looking more beautiful today."
Anvika grinned with pride, and Ayansh gave a dramatic betrayed expression, which sent all three of them into giggles. They stood there, teasing and chatting like old friends, while the grand wedding night slowly began unfolding around the wedding.
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Isha's POV:
She was laughing with Ayansh and Anvika at one of Arjun's silly one-liners, and then suddenly a boy come and hug her and when she say he was her old childhood friend yuvan so they start talking like no one was there and why not afterall they meet after 10 years and when suddenly... she felt it.
A gaze.
Not just a look—a presence.
Her smile faltered for a moment, and instinctively she turned around, her eyes scanning the area behind her.
But there was no one.
Weird... she thought, brushing it off with a small shrug and joining the laughter again.
Soon, the wedding rituals began. The mandap was glowing under soft lights, the priest's chants echoed with harmony, and Yuvraj jiju and Minisha di sat side by side, surrounded by family, blessings, and tradition.
But Isha... she wasn't fully there.
Her eyes moved on their own, searching the crowd.
Where is he? That man... Anvika's brother... or we can say Yuvraj jiju's elder brother.
She didn't even know his name. But somehow, not seeing him now felt... disappointing.
Why do I even care? she scoffed inwardly and tried focusing on the ceremony.
Still... she found herself looking again.
Eventually, when she didn't spot him, she gave up and plopped down on the mat with Ayansh, Anvika, and Arjun, who were already in full fun mode—laughing, teasing, and throwing flower petals at each other.
And while she smiled, while she giggled... a part of her still felt like something—or someone—was missing.
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Meanwhile, on the elder's side...
Isha's mother and Rudraksha's mother, now fully warmed up to each other, were chatting like long-lost friends.
"Hamare ghar bhi zarur aaiyega, Sharma ji," Rudraksha's mom said with a genuine smile, placing a hand on her arm.
"Zarur! Aap bhi aana, ek proper chai-par-charcha toh banti hai," Isha's mom grinned back.
They laughed, shared recipes, and talked about their children like all proud mothers do.
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Soon, the wedding completed, the bidai was tearful yet beautiful.
Minisha left with Yuvraj, the family emotional, and the night ended in warm hugs and heartfelt blessings.
And while everyone made their way back home, carrying memories and joy—
Isha sat by the car window, quiet... eyes unknowingly looking out... still wondering...
Why didn't he come back?
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Isha's POV:
After coming back from Minisha dii's wedding, Monday hit me like a local train.
Work, deadlines, presentations—*uff*—my schedule was so packed, I barely had time to breathe, let alone chill with my family. Every morning started with my mumma yelling, "Gudiya, uth ja! Office ka time ho gaya!"
And every night ended with me crashing onto my bed like a dead phone battery.
No time to talk, no time to scroll reels, not even time to think about that one person whose face randomly popped into my mind.
Yeah... that person.
One evening in the middle of the week, while I was editing a project, my phone rang. Unknown number. I almost rejected it, thinking it was another random credit card call.
But I picked it up anyway, half distracted, "Hello, who's this?"
"OH DI!!! You already forgot us?? Seriously?? Abhi toh mile the! Dil tod diya aapne!" came a dramatic voice.
I blinked. "Ayansh?!"
Then I heard a second voice, "Aur main?? Main bhool gayi kya?"
"Anvika! Oh my God—sorry sorry, I didn't save your numbers!" I laughed, suddenly feeling so happy.
They were non-stop talking, teasing, telling me to come visit them.
"Di, ghar aao na! We'll make mom cook something special!"
I said, "This week is super hectic. I'm working on an important project. But soon, pakka!"
"Promise?"
"Pakka wala!"
We talked for a few more minutes before hanging up.
That night, as I laid in bed, their voices faded—but that one face didn't.
**His** face.
For a moment, I could still see him in that black tuxedo, those eyes, the silence, the aura...
I shook my head. "Isha, tu pagal ho gayi hai kya?"
And just like that—I pushed the thought aside, buried myself in my blanket, and let sleep take over.
The rest of the week zoomed by in a blur. Work. Eat. Sleep. Repeat.
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After that rollercoaster week, finally, Saturday came. No alarms. No presentations. No heels. Just me and my bed.
I was sleeping like a log when I felt my mumma tug at my blanket.
"Gudiya... uth ja. It's already 11!"
I groaned, pulling the blanket over my head. "Mumma, just 5 more minutes... I swear!"
She laughed, "Utho! Abhi bhi nahi toh shaam tak soti rahogi!"
Still half-asleep, I dragged myself out of bed and into the washroom, acting like I was sleep-walking just to irritate her. She shook her head and giggled, "Haan haan... bataungi main tujhe nind mein chalna!"
I laughed too. Mornings like this... felt warm.
After showering, I plopped down on the sofa, still yawning like a baby lion. Just then, mumma came and sat beside me.
"Beta, ek kaam karna hai..."
I blinked.
"Kal Satyanarayan ki pooja hai. Rajawat aunty ko invite karna hai. Tu jaakar bol aa unhe."
My eyes widened a little, Rajawat?
"Uhh... okay, mumma."
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Afternoon
After lunch, I dressed simply in a peach kurti and tied my hair in a loose braid. I took a cab to the Rajawat Mansion.
And oh. My. God.
That place... wasn't a house. It was a literal mahal. Royal vibes, massive gates, guards outside. I stood there for a moment like a confused tourist.
When I stepped inside the living room, I almost gasped. It was huge. High ceilings, grand chandeliers, white marble floors—everything looked straight out of a movie.
But there was no one in the hall. I spotted a servant nearby and asked politely, "Excuse me, can you please tell me where Mrs. Rajawat is?"
He nodded, "Madam is not feeling well today. She's resting in her room upstairs."
I bit my lip, suddenly feeling a little nervous. "Oh... okay. Can I go meet her?"
"Yes, ma'am. Second room to the left."
I thanked him and slowly climbed the stairs. My heart thumped a little louder with every step—not because I was scared of aunty. No.
But because... somewhere in this massive house, I felt something is going to happend.
And I didn't know if I was ready for it or not.
Still, I straightened my kurti, took a deep breath, and knocked gently on the door.
I softly knocked on the door. When no one responded, I gently pushed it open.
And what I saw inside...
My eyes widened in pure shock my breath stuck , I froze there .
It wasn't aunty.
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